When the Funk Begins 10.26.10

I am a sunshine girl. There is absolutely no other way around it. I have often said that if I were a flower I would be a sunflower because I thrive on sunshine. Last night I was told that I actually have photosynthetic processes, and I honestly believe that's true. I live because of the sun.

Winter is my enemy. Do you know what happens in the winter when the Earth conveniently tilts on its axis and causes the Northern hemisphere to get cold? We physically move away from the Sun! The air which was so warm and full of life suddenly turns frigid with decay. The world turns gray, the trees become naked, birds fly south, and I am left with a day that is significantly shorter than it was in June because the Sun is 47 degrees lower in the sky. Thus the Funk.

The Funk is a somewhat endearing name I've given to the mood I get into in the winter weather. You can try to tell me that snow is "wonderful" and the "cold is fantastic," but I promise I will glare at you. It is when I am caught in this most peculiar of moods that I feel like doing absolutely nothing and yet everything at the same time. I've tried to work my way out of the Funk with chocolate (delicious but ineffective, not to mention fattening), music (you'd think that would help), reading (maybe pulling myself into someone else's world would help?), jumping, dancing, cooking, praying, kissing, doing homework, singing, serving, and every other action you could think of. All to no avail.

This is my last resort: Blogging. I will admit that it is one thing I hadn't considered yet. However, with the snow that started to fall on my head this afternoon as I was trudging home from class, I needed a new outlet. This will hopefully be my answer to "Beating the Funk." And if it's not...well, I guess I'll just have to move to the equator and live in the sunshine all year round.
Dreaming of Sunshine,
LoMo